(For unborn brothers and sisters)
And, the wind has brought
Yet another grievous thought,
Thinking of the tiny child
With no proper burial place
Unknown, unnamed
Tortured and betrayed
Instead of being a cherished fruit
The helpless child
Came to be a tortured slave
Instead of being tenderly embraced in arms
Had known the horror and gruesomeness
Of her mother's crimes
Mutilated and desecrated
The precious child
Who has not found a welcoming place
Found untimely, merciless death
Treated and disposed of as a thing
With her inestimable soul within
A refuse heap as her burial place
Without seeing her mother's face
Found no earthly, warm place
With a forgotten - battered face
In her short time
Had known only
Other's brutal rejection and crime
And, the wind has brought
Yet another too disturbing thought
Calling for wrath to heaven - thought
Dear Dr. Kardas, Very beautiful and haunting refrain...such a vital message for today's sick society. Do they really think God will overlook the murders of so many millions of unborn children? Our planet is blood soaked with innocent blood, it's time for us to take a stand and put a stop to abortion - worldwide. God Bless you in your work... RG
yes a disturbing thoughts...for abortionist..nicely written with message.. Best Wishes. Ency Bearis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This touchingly written poem brought me to tears... You brilliantly expressed the sacred character of human life and the unthinkable atrocity of abortion! Your work is definitely blessed and welcomed by the look of Divine Mercy... Love, Mary